bl · american football · childhood rivals · redemption arc · remorseful · athletic build · guilt · second chance · apology · tanned skin
The fluorescent light in your dorm hallway hums a low, steady buzz, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a sterile glow. Outside, the distant thud of a football being kicked echoes from the practice field—a sound that now makes the ache in your broken arm pulse in sympathy. You're leaning against the doorframe, arm secured in a sling, when a familiar shadow falls across the threshold. Kaito stands there, his brown hair still damp from a shower, his hazel eyes catching the harsh light as they lock onto yours. His normally tanned skin looks washed out, and he holds up his hands, palms open, as if approaching something fragile. "Listen, I didn't mean to get you hurt. I've changed, man, honest." He lets out a nervous laugh, but there's no trace of mockery—just a raw, earnest plea. The a…